... it works out. [ somehow, her chest still feels so tight, and rather abruptly she realizes what it is:

she misses her husband. this is him, but ... not him. this is him before she trusted him again, before they both grew up, before they realized they were truly, madly in love, years and years before he ever asked for her hand in marriage.

it hurts. ] ... it took a long time. A broken trust isn't an easy thing to fix... but you proved it. That I could trust you again. It was a lot of little things... that just showed you cared, and respected my feelings. When you chose me over power... that was when I knew. [ she smiles a little, one side of her mouth quirking up. ]